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Based on the previous writings of my sister, I have thus come to the conclusion that tomatoes are quite tasty, but the daffodil man has been looking at me oddly, so it's creeping out the dolls in the closet instead.  It reminds you of broiling vampires, yes?  Unless you're of German denomination, otherwise the Russians might invite you over to the Boston Tea Party, named after My Dog Skip.  Although that has nothing to do with mathematics, and I'm more into procrastination of the human mind.  It really puts you in a pickle, unless you're a pink pony, or else pi equals sixty-two times fence plus the delicious tomato taste... Doesn't that give